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My dick aches with the need for release. I’m fucking hard for her pussy, there is no way I am going to last more than three seconds inside of her, and yet, she tempts me. I grip my cock to keep it from erupting inside my sweatpants as I climb up her body. Jade is still panting as I settle between her legs, pushing down my sweats and taking out my hard dick. She weakly wraps her arms around me and brings her leg up to my hip, opening up for me, and I am helpless to resist.

“Mine!” I growl as I push my shaft inside of her tightness, her moan mingling with my own as I begin to slam in and out of her. The room fills with the wet sounds of our lovemaking, drowned out by our pleasured groans, and I know I won’t last long. “You belong to me, precious. I will tear apart anyone who tries to steal you away,” I vow, slamming my mouth on hers as I press into her harder and faster, and it only takes a few more thrusts before I am coming with a roar, spilling my release into her womb.

She hugs me close, her body trembling alongside mine as we become one. Our souls merge in ways I never imagined I would ever experience with anyone.

Mine.

Her heart, body, and soul belong to me.

Long after our orgasms, we lie together in bed, joined as one, and it’s not until I catch her soft breathing that I realize she’s fallen back to sleep. I slowly detangle from her and walk to the bathroom to clean up. I grab a warm towel and walk back to bed, running it over her thighs and cleaning up the evidence of our lovemaking as best as I can. I drop the towel back in the bathroom before joining her back in bed. She instinctively moves into my arms, and for the second time in a single night, I realize that the world is not ready to deal with the man I am about to become.

I had nothing to lose.

Now, I have everything to lose, and that makes me a very dangerous man to fuck with.

Chapter Eight

Jade

There is a strange man in the kitchen, and my heart drops to my stomach at the thought of Buck sending someone to find me. The faint smell of coffee wafts through the air, but it’s overshadowed by the sight of this mountain of a man sitting casually at the kitchen table like he owns the place.

He’s huge—nearly as big as Saint—with a buzz cut and a long dark beard. He’s in a sleeveless shirt and vest that expose arms covered in tattoos not unlike those on Saint’s arms. The stranger is scrolling through his phone, holding a mug of coffee with the other. I squint, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep as I tiptoe backward, the cool floor sending little shivers up my spine.

“He’s not here,” the giant rumbles, keeping his eyes on the phone, and I freeze. Is he talking to me? I can’t tell with his eyes on the phone, but I don’t want to risk moving in case I am wrong and alert him of my presence.

My plan is to slowly creep back upstairs and lock myself in the bedroom until Saint comes back or the man breaks down the door and gets to me. I hope that his bulk will slow him down, and I can outrun him if I have to. Of course, I could slip out through the front door and run into the street, but I am wearing only a thin t-shirt of Saint’s and I am barefoot. I don’t imagine I’ll get far before the man catches up with me.

I take another step back, trying to make as little noise as possible, and that’s the moment he finally looks up. I freeze once more, blinking at the man and waiting for him to speak or come after me, but he stays seated, humor dancing in his brown eyes as he watches me.

“I have the hearing of a bat. I heard you the second you woke up,” he says with a smile that I can only describe as sinister. “Relax, I don’t bite.” I look around for a weapon in case the man decides to make some kind of move, but he’s between me and anything I might be able to use. “Do you even talk?”

“W-who are you?”

“Thank fuck, I was beginning to think you don’t talk,” he snarks, turning back to his phone. “I’m Knox. Saint called me here to keep an eye on you.”

“I’m not a kid. I don’t need to be watched!” I hiss, already disliking the guy.

“Maybe not, but you must be important to Saint for him to ask me to stay.”

His words have my heart swelling at the thought of me being of any importance to Saint, and I find myself smiling like a fool. This is insane. I haven’t even known the man for a day, and I am already head over heels for him, a man whose life is still a mystery to me. But I know for sure that my feelings are true. I spent the entire night in his arms, and I have a vague memory of Saint kissing me in the morning as he left. Speaking of which, “Where is he?” I find myself asking the stranger—Knox.

“Taking care of a rat problem.”

My eyes widen in alarm as I look around. “Rats? Where?”

“Not a real…never mind,” he says, bringing the mug to his mouth to drink.

“So, butterc–”

“Jade!” I hiss, and he chuckles. Yeah, I’m not sure I like him at all.

“Sure, so tell me,Jade, how exactly does one find themselves the showpiece of a sex auction?”

I glare at the man, but before I can say anything, I suddenly hear the unmistakable roar of a motorcycle engine coming up the driveway. My heart skips a beat, and I can’t help but feel a rush of excitement. I find myself practically flying toward the window, my pulse quickening with every step.

Peering through the glass, I catch a glimpse of Saint pulling up on a sleek black motorcycle, chrome accents glinting in the sunlight. As he parks, I finally get to see his bike in a way I couldn’t last night. It’s huge, with a deep rich shade of black paint that contrasts beautifully with silver accents. I’m no motorcycle expert, but I even notice the custom details like the intricate design on the seat.

I watch as Saint stands next to the bike and stretches his back and arms. Something in my stomach flutters as he takes off his helmet, revealing his tousled blond hair. He’s wearing a white shirt and a vest—similar to what Knox is wearing—and my brows draw in confusion. It’s not until Saint turns around that I spot the embroidery on the back, and I gasp as I realize what I am looking at.

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